Guy was waiting for her by the paddock, and they floated down-stream out of reach of people. In their own peninsula they kissed away the absence of twenty-two days.
"You look much better," said Guy, critically.
"I'm perfectly well."
"And happy?"
She answered him with her eyes.
"Why, Pauline, I believe you're quite shy of me!"
She blushed.
"I really am a little, you know," she whispered. "Did you like Richard? Oh, Guy, I hope you did."
"Of course I did."
"And, Guy, you don't mind if I go for a walk with him to-morrow morning? You see, I know he's longing to hear about Margaret and himself."